H was determined to not waste the last day of her three-day weekend despite still not being 100%.
I hunter-gathered for lunch a little TOO early and everything we normally get was closed, so I decided to go see if Fillo (or one of the other bakeries around it, there’s a little street of bakeries and traditional food shops) was open. Sure enough, they were open, and I got a chicken pie and another pie with bitter greens and smoked cheese from northern Greece that was excellent. I also grabbed a slice of pastitsio from one of the traditional food places which was a success as well — so much so that the chicken pie was still around later in the day for snacking.
We made a late exit from the apartment and got a snack at Poncho (our taco spot) — you gotta get it when you can because their opening hours are erratic and not also accurate. Tasty stuff, always.
Still undecided on what to do, though, we came back around Kolokotroni and H suggested stopping at Barley Cargo, a craft beer place near the Syntagma end of the street, that we regularly pass by but hadn’t tried out. Honestly I haven’t been drinking much beer in Europe the last couple years. I tried in Lefkada but all the Greek beers are basically the same — a light lager, overly sweet, and usually I end up with a headache if I drink more than one. This place, however, was a legit craft beer bar, and I ordered a guava sour they had on tap, followed up by a New England IPA, both from Greek craft breweries. H got a cider and we sat and snacked and drank. One thing I will not complain about is the quality time with her.
But I’m not feeling great either, so after that, we headed down to Ergon House / 72H for some baked goods and H got a thermos to take home, and we headed back. Gotta listen to your bodies some days.